THERON
["What are you waiting for?"] Fenrir asked, in pain.
"Theron, please," Sienna said, wrapping her legs around my waist.
Until now, I'd kept my torso lifted because if I leaned down, she'd feel how much I wanted her. Just how hard I was.
She was a temptation—a juicy meal for a starving man. And yet, I couldn't. Not without her full consent. Sienna might have been floating on waves of desire, but what would happen when it was over? Would she despise me? From what I could see of her, that was very likely.
The mere possibility that Sienna wouldn't want me—that she'd reject me as soon as I took her—made me retract my fangs. I didn't want regrets! This was fucking madness, but… wait, what was I thinking? If I marked her, she'd be screwed! Tied to me in a fatal way!
["Talk to her, explain. But afterward, Theron. We need her. She needs us!"]
No. I wouldn't do it.
